Chapter 234 Invincible Doomsday (86)
It's a pity that Zhou Ye didn't notice his fearless dedication. He just looked at him indifferently for a while, then turned around and went back to his room.
Although Liang Xiao is not a thing, he has good taste, especially the two 1.8-meter Simmons beds. Lying on them is like arriving in the Garden of Eden in the end of the world.
Zhou Ye fell asleep and was in a state of darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, the room was dark.
The jade beads in the palm of his hand had rolled down to the pillow beside him. Zhou Ye sat up and held his forehead. Just as he calmed down the stabbing pain in his head, he raised his eyes and saw the figure standing by the window.
It was pitch black, and the moon hung by the window, stretching the man's shadow very long.
Zhou Ye leaned against the bed and was about to speak when he found that his throat was extremely hoarse.
"Come here."
She shouted, but the man standing by the window remained motionless at first. After a while, he seemed to notice Zhou Ye's eyes, and moved a step slightly, and then another step after a long time.
Like a forced bride who just refuses to go to bed.
Zhou Ye pressed his temples, frowning, and reached for the switch on the wall next to the bed. Suddenly, the moving figure came over quickly and grabbed her wrist.
As soon as he got close, Zhou Ye smelled a strange smell.
Yes, the smell.
The scent that she liked and was familiar with was much covered up by this smell, but if she smelled it carefully, she could still feel some of it in her anxious heart.
Without turning on the light, Zhou Ye opened his dark eyes and looked at his face, and he could vaguely see an outline.
There was a rotten smell about him, very similar to a real living corpse, the kind of smell that seeped into his bones.
Zhou Ye didn't know what he had gone through, but just by smell, she could feel the weakness and death in this man.
The other party also knew it, so he didn't want to get close. He grabbed Zhou Ye's hand but was still one step away. "Come here, don't hide."
Zhou Ye grabbed his arm with his backhand, and with a little force, he brought his whole body forward a few inches. When he wasn't paying attention, an ice blade directly turned on the light in the room.
Under the bright light, the man looked like a monster who was accustomed to living in the dark. He turned around subconsciously, his tall and straight body hunched slightly.
His cloak was broken, and maybe he didn't know it. The broken area exposed a large piece of gray-white skin with black and red scars on it.
The wound was rotting away. It did not heal quickly like when he was injured before. Not only did it not heal on its own, it even accelerated its deterioration.
Zhou Ye looked at him, walked out of bed, slowly walked around to him, stretched out his hand and squeezed his shoulder without any explanation.
"Lift your head and show me."
The unquestionable tone reduced the tyrant's strength to even struggle.
He just wanted to come and see her, but he didn't expect that she would wake up in the middle of the night.
She could obviously avoid it before she woke up, but the soles of her feet seemed to be stuck.
He didn't know how long he could hold on. If he left now, the chance of seeing her again would be slim.
When he couldn't walk, Zhou Ye forced him to raise his head.
The broad hat was taken off, and a black and purple face was slowly exposed to the air.
The tyrant knew what Zhou Ye liked about him, so at this moment, the man's red eyes showed an expression similar to pain and struggle.
He is turning into a real living corpse, rotting from the inside out, his self-healing ability is weakening, and even his mind is slowly losing consciousness.
Zhou Ye's sight made him experience the pain of being a human for the first time. Although he couldn't feel it physically, he felt it in his heart.
(End of chapter)